His Bloodstained Bride

Raven’s Pov

I’m a killer. A wolf. A monster.

People would say I don't have a heart.

They’re right. I don't.

Killing men brings me joy. Watching them beg for their lives, just like this one will, is the only thing that makes me feel alive.

His fingers trail down my back as he unzips my dress, his breath hot against my skin. He pulls me closer, pressing kisses along my neck.

I let out a soft moan—fake, of course.

Turning to face him, I run my hands over his bare chest. I don’t enjoy this, but I can see that he does.

Taking his hand, I lead him to the bed. He sits, eyes dark with hunger. Not just desire….hunger. He looks at me like I’m nothing more than a prize to be devoured.

“Come to Daddy,” he murmurs.

I don’t even know his name.

Slowly, I step closer. He’s already stripped, his cock out, eager, waiting. His hands reach for me, his gaze fixed on my body like I exist for his pleasure.

I pretend to give in, lowering myself toward him as he lies back.

His fingers tilt my chin, bringing my lips toward his.

That’s all it takes.

In one swift motion, I grab my dagger hidden by the lampstand and drived it deep into his throat

The moment the blade sank into his throat, he jolted up, eyes wide with shock. Panic set in as he stumbled toward the door, clutching his bleeding neck.

Pathetic man.

I moved fast, grabbing his arm before he could reach the handle. My grip tightened as I whispered, “You’re going nowhere.”

His lips trembled as he mouthed, Please. His blood poured between his fingers, staining his hands, his chest, the floor.

He said please to me, this is the same way I begged every single day. I wouldn't listen to please. I would never listen to please, I've said please so much that it has lost its meaning.

It means nothing to me now.

I tilted my head, watching him struggle. “If you stay still, you’ll have a few more minutes,” I said, voice calm. “But if you keep moving, you’ll bleed out even faster. Your choice.”

His breathing turned ragged, his body shaking.

Then I saw the flicker of his gaze shifting toward the lamp.

Don’t even think about it.

In a desperate move, he lunged, grabbing the lamp from the nightstand, wrenching it free with both hands. He swung it toward me, aiming for my head.

How Stupid is he?

I caught his wrist midair, twisting the lamp out of his grip. A dark smirk curled my lips as I leaned in. “Smart move,” I murmured. “But you aren't strong enough.”

His body swayed, weakening with every passing second. But he was big. Strong enough to still try. He shoved me, his last pathetic attempt at survival.

I growled.

My wolf stirred.

Anger burned through me as I let my claws extend, sharp and deadly. Before he could react, I plunged them into his throat again.

A wet gurgle escaped his lips as his body convulsed. Blood gushed, splattering my skin, soaking the sheets. His eyes rolled back as he collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud.

The room smelled of blood and sweat now, a scent I had grown too familiar with. I stood there for a moment, staring at the lifeless body sprawled across the floor. His eyes were still open, empty, hollow.

I sighed. Another one down.

The air was cold against my skin, reminding me that I was still standing in nothing but my bra and panties. I walked over to the chair where I had thrown my dress, slipping it back on like nothing had happened.

I grabbed my phone and dialed.

“It’s done,” I said the moment he picked up.

Less than two minutes later, the door creaked open.

Alex stepped inside, he was the one who trained me to be strong, so strong, but not stronger than him. His sharp eyes scanned the room before landing on the mess I had made.

His jaw clenched. “You really outdid yourself this time, Inez.”

I stiffened. That name. I hated hearing it. I wasn’t her anymore.

“Stop calling me that,” I muttered. “It’s Raven now.”

Alex exhaled through his nose, running a hand through his hair. “When are you going to stop this? This killing spree? Luring men in just to slit their throats?”

I crossed my arms. “When I’m satisfied.”

“When will that be?”

I shrugged. “Soon.”

He shook his head, his disappointment evident. “Your big day is in a few days,” he reminded me. “You’re turning twenty-two. That’s three years since you became a wolf. Don’t you think it’s time to start something new? Something… better?”

I scoffed. “I’ll think about it.”

“Raven—”

“Can you just clean this up, please?” I cut him off. “Call your guys. Get rid of the body.”

Alex’s expression darkened, but he didn’t argue. “Yeah. But don’t make this kind of mess again. I mean it.”

I smirked. “Fine. Fine. I’m sorry,” I said.

“I’ll see you later. I’m going out.”

“Where to?”

I paused. “Nowhere important.”

“Where are you going?” Alex asked again. He's so protective.

I grabbed my coat and let out a breath before answering “The bar, of course. I need to check how it’s doing.”

Alex gave me a knowing look. “Elsie is waiting for you. She’s been there all night.

“She’s been waiting for me?” I asked.

He nodded. “And I wouldn’t want her to think you’re still doing what she told you to stop.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine, fine. I’m going, I’m going.”

I stepped closer, pressing a quick peck to his cheek before turning for the door.

In a few day, I'll be twenty-two.

Three years of being a monster. Three years of drowning in darkness.

I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to be human.

But I hoped… I hoped that twenty-two would be different.

For now, though, I had unfinished business with Men. Stupid, disgusting men.